Your Character's Name: Jane Thompson There's not much to look at, of course there never really is, but today has been the most boring. I don't even have my rifle out, and I wonder if that makes me look lazy, or useless to the two guys we are travelling with. Perhaps I have let my guard falter a little, but I'll wait 'til we are approaching something isn't a pile of dirt. We've been walking for too long it seems to find nothing of interest, and I fear we may have gotten turned around. Kate is doing that thing again. This nervous tick where she is tapping the back of her hand. I think I read something about that while still at home. Home. What I wouldn't give to go back, but after the raiders, there is no home to go to. Especially not for Kate, she lost everything in the attack. Her stuff, her house, her family. Parts of herself with it all. There's no home without Kate anyway. The guys don't seem to notice her habits though, so that's one less thing we have to talk about. I don't think they can even tell us apart. Maybe I can protect her that way. I worry I'm not pulling my weight, and draw my weapon; a table leg I've reinforced specifically for skull bashing which is only a very small pleasure of mine. As if on cue, a building appears over the next hill. Everything is grey and boring, just like everything else out here. The quiet one, Arthur, grabs for Dahvin's rifle scope to take a look. I walk farther scanning the area. "We should check it out," I say turning back. Art lowers the scope and gives me a wary look, further proof he has no idea what I am capable of. "Fine, let's go." The building is larger than I first thought, but no less abandoned. Kate is digging in the rubble nearby, maybe something promising will be underneath the junk. Art scales the pile. I admire his tactile style, it's one less thing I have to do, and so far has proven competent. I think he had mentioned he and Dahvin used to work for the MP. As he reaches the top a gun shot rings out, and ricochets off the rubble behind me. Art slides down the pile, and takes cover with Dahvin next to him. I try to flank the bastard, and head left around the pile. I see Kate heading right, and I'm worried how this might end. Another shot, and I can see the shooter. An old man stands near the top of the rubble. Had he been in his right mind, he wouldn't have attacked us. Two shots so far, and I don't think Art is the kind of guy looking to hide from an attacker. Sure enough, as I'm coming around to hit the guy, Arthur has buried a bullet in his chest. I get up to the man first, and he is sputtering blood everywhere. I rip the gun from his hand, and he falls to his knees. He's muttering all sorts of things about his stuff. I guess he is talking about all the garbage in the area. A real nutter. As we all stand around him, Dahvin takes it upon himself to put the guy out of his misery. One swift axegun to the neck is all it takes. Kate and Dahvin look over the body. Kate isn't usually so forward. The hand gun I picked off the guy only has three bullets. This is all sorts of useful. "He could've told us something!" Art seems more upset over this guy's death than I thought he would. "He was all sorts of crazy, I doubt he'd have anything useful to say." Dahvin is still searching the body. A little odd to be so thorough, but sometimes you gotta do what it takes to survive. We don't bother looking through the rest of the pile. Arthur is worried the gun shots might have signaled others nearby. But way out here, I'm not too worried about it. We scanned the area. Multiple windows on the building were broken. With Art standing guard outside, we entered. I'd never seen such an undisturbed layer of dust. It was inches thick. As we walked through it, it reminded me of old stories about snow and white Christmases, and children getting presents. This was something like that, wasn’t it? I mean we were bound to find something. The vehicles from the old days didn't have too much left in fixable condition though with the exception of very few wires. Kate almost seemed like a , pardon the old phrase, kid in a candy store. Anything was a new surprise for her. I don't think she'd ever seen a car before. She was getting flustered with Dahvin and I as we walked through the building. She wasn't so inclined to the "educated" words. In the back of the building, I kicked in a door without hesitation. It was brought to my attention that it might've been unlocked. Kate rifled through the dirty, old desks, finding some paperclips, and keys. I ripped out some more wiring from the computers, and grabbed a stack of papers to help start a fire. Other than that I found nothing of interest, personally. As we rendezvoused with Art outside, a muffled, whining noise came from behind a large metal door. It sounded like a small animal. I wasn’t sure what to think of it, but Kate was pretty excited that it could be food. Though, I wasn't sure how to open the door. Of course, Art pointed out we could try the keys in the electrical system, even if it was unlikely to work. Miraculously, though, it did. It was dark inside, even with Dahvin's flashlight, but again, Art tried the lights, and surprisingly they also worked. I used my walking stick, and approached a pile of rags that had something crawling under them. This was definitely the noise we heard outside. As I lifted up the rags, Kate was practically drooling on my shoulder. I flung the rags off, and there sat a puppy. Kate's squeals of joy meant this was not our dinner tonight. I looked out at the setting sun, and we all decided it was safer to stay inside for the night and we closed and locked the large door. I sat with Kate as she played with the puppy and I knew this was something she needed to find today. She needed to know that innocence was still out there in the world.
There's not much to look at, of course there never really is, but today has been the most boring. I don't even have my rifle out, and I wonder if that makes me look lazy, or useless to the two guys we are travelling with. Perhaps I have let my guard falter a little, but I'll wait 'til we are approaching something isn't a pile of dirt. We've been walking for too long it seems to find nothing of interest, and I fear we may have gotten turned around.
Kate is doing that thing again. This nervous tick where she is tapping the back of her hand. I think I read something about that while still at home. Home. What I wouldn't give to go back, but after the raiders, there is no home to go to. Especially not for Kate, she lost everything in the attack. Her stuff, her house, her family. Parts of herself with it all. There's no home without Kate anyway. The guys don't seem to notice her habits though, so that's one less thing we have to talk about. I don't think they can even tell us apart. Maybe I can protect her that way.
I worry I'm not pulling my weight, and draw my weapon; a table leg I've reinforced specifically for skull bashing which is only a very small pleasure of mine. As if on cue, a building appears over the next hill. Everything is grey and boring, just like everything else out here. The quiet one, Arthur, grabs for Dahvin's rifle scope to take a look. I walk farther scanning the area. "We should check it out," I say turning back.
Art lowers the scope and gives me a wary look, further proof he has no idea what I am capable of. "Fine, let's go."
The building is larger than I first thought, but no less abandoned. Kate is digging in the rubble nearby, maybe something promising will be underneath the junk. Art scales the pile. I admire his tactile style, it's one less thing I have to do, and so far has proven competent. I think he had mentioned he and Dahvin used to work for the MP. As he reaches the top a gun shot rings out, and ricochets off the rubble behind me. Art slides down the pile, and takes cover with Dahvin next to him. I try to flank the bastard, and head left around the pile. I see Kate heading right, and I'm worried how this might end.
Another shot, and I can see the shooter. An old man stands near the top of the rubble. Had he been in his right mind, he wouldn't have attacked us. Two shots so far, and I don't think Art is the kind of guy looking to hide from an attacker. Sure enough, as I'm coming around to hit the guy, Arthur has buried a bullet in his chest.
I get up to the man first, and he is sputtering blood everywhere. I rip the gun from his hand, and he falls to his knees. He's muttering all sorts of things about his stuff. I guess he is talking about all the garbage in the area. A real nutter. As we all stand around him, Dahvin takes it upon himself to put the guy out of his misery. One swift axegun to the neck is all it takes. Kate and Dahvin look over the body. Kate isn't usually so forward. The hand gun I picked off the guy only has three bullets. This is all sorts of useful.
"He could've told us something!" Art seems more upset over this guy's death than I thought he would.
"He was all sorts of crazy, I doubt he'd have anything useful to say."
Dahvin is still searching the body. A little odd to be so thorough, but sometimes you gotta do what it takes to survive. We don't bother looking through the rest of the pile. Arthur is worried the gun shots might have signaled others nearby. But way out here, I'm not too worried about it.
We scanned the area. Multiple windows on the building were broken. With Art standing guard outside, we entered. I'd never seen such an undisturbed layer of dust. It was inches thick. As we walked through it, it reminded me of old stories about snow and white Christmases, and children getting presents. This was something like that, wasn’t it? I mean we were bound to find something.
The vehicles from the old days didn't have too much left in fixable condition though with the exception of very few wires. Kate almost seemed like a , pardon the old phrase, kid in a candy store. Anything was a new surprise for her. I don't think she'd ever seen a car before. She was getting flustered with Dahvin and I as we walked through the building. She wasn't so inclined to the "educated" words.
In the back of the building, I kicked in a door without hesitation. It was brought to my attention that it might've been unlocked. Kate rifled through the dirty, old desks, finding some paperclips, and keys. I ripped out some more wiring from the computers, and grabbed a stack of papers to help start a fire. Other than that I found nothing of interest, personally.
As we rendezvoused with Art outside, a muffled, whining noise came from behind a large metal door. It sounded like a small animal. I wasn’t sure what to think of it, but Kate was pretty excited that it could be food. Though, I wasn't sure how to open the door. Of course, Art pointed out we could try the keys in the electrical system, even if it was unlikely to work. Miraculously, though, it did.
It was dark inside, even with Dahvin's flashlight, but again, Art tried the lights, and surprisingly they also worked. I used my walking stick, and approached a pile of rags that had something crawling under them. This was definitely the noise we heard outside. As I lifted up the rags, Kate was practically drooling on my shoulder. I flung the rags off, and there sat a puppy. Kate's squeals of joy meant this was not our dinner tonight.
I looked out at the setting sun, and we all decided it was safer to stay inside for the night and we closed and locked the large door. I sat with Kate as she played with the puppy and I knew this was something she needed to find today. She needed to know that innocence was still out there in the world.